Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, in a small villa on the outskirts of London, Fudge looked at Umbridge tremblingly sitting on a chair in the living room with a pale face.

"Iger is back?" Fudge held a cup of hot cocoa with trembling arms.

Before Umbridge could say anything, Fudge heard a loud bang, and the door of the villa was kicked open.

Iger walked leisurely into the room with a big golden hammer on his shoulder, followed by two Aurors who were knocked out.

"It's... really long time no see... Iger." Fudge looked at Iger with a dry smile, and Umbridge screamed behind him, and shrank behind the sofa in the room, hoping to cover his fat body.

"The Minister is a little forgetful. Didn't we meet at the end of last semester?" Iger grinned, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a stern taste in that smile.

"It's true..." Fudge said haha: "I don't know why you came to me so late, Iger?"

"For the harvest of autumn, for the return of spring and the return of wild geese..." Iger muttered casually.

"What?" Fudge was taken aback for a moment.

"It's nothing..." With a long sigh, Iger walked into the room, ignoring Fudge on the side, and sat on a soft chair and poured a glass of flame whiskey.

"Mr. Minister... You said... In all fairness... How do I treat the Ministry of Magic? How do I treat you?" Iger looked at Fudge cheerfully and asked.

"Of course it's very good..." Fudge said with a dry smile: "Mr. Iger, you have provided so many anti-magic cloaks for our ministry, not to mention the large sum of money..."

"Well... I think what you said is quite right..." Iger nodded, held the wine glass and pondered for a few seconds, and then swung the wine glass in his hand towards Fudge: "You know it too!"

With a bang, all the wine in the glass was spilled on Fudge's face, Fudge's body trembled suddenly, and he tensed up tremblingly.

"When you first became a minister, everyone thought you were cowardly, vain, and unattainable. Only Dumbledore thought you were kind and helped you tirelessly. After a long time, you have grown to this level?" Iger Slightly squinting his eyes: "I stretched out my hand to Hogwarts... Who gave you the courage to let you make up your mind about Lao Tzu's territory?"

"That's my territory!"

Iger slapped Fudge's face with a slap, Fudge's face turned red, but he didn't dare to breathe. The golden warhammer behind Iger was suspended in the air, and it seemed like if you dare to move, I will give you eighty blows. mean…

"Do you think Dumbledore wants to grab your ministerial position?" Iger squinted his eyes: "Don't take a pee to see what kind of bird you are, if Dumbledore really wants your position, what can you do? "

Fudge stared at Iger groaningly, intending to refute, but didn't say anything.

He knew that Iger was right...

"Actually, before that..." Iger poured another glass of wine and took a sip on his own: "I always think that although you have more power and respect, you should be considered good in essence, and you can be considered conscientious in handling official duties ..."

"Until I took Harry to the underworld..." Iger spit on Fudge's face with a sip of wine: "You turned your head and smashed the door to the afterlife?"

"I'll give you several hundred sets of cloaks to the Ministry of Magic, worth hundreds of thousands of Galleons, not to mention providing you with funds every year, why the hell are you still trying to kill me?" Iger slapped Fudge on the face again. : "Who gave you the guts? Huh? Jesus?"

Iger's killing intent boiled,

The staff behind him slowly turned into a blood-red trident, and he casually put the trident on Fudge's neck: "Damn you."

"No..." Fudge reacted immediately, he stepped back in panic, his face was pale, and the fat that grew on his body was trembling slightly: "You can't kill me, Dumbledore won't allow you to do that of."

"Ah... that's right... I still respect the teacher." Iger squinted his eyes, reached out and took it out of his arms. Iger caught something like a black sack in his hand, and pointed it at the crow curled up behind the sofa. Mlich lost it.

"No!" Umbridge screamed, and quickly pulled out his wand to release a Patronus.

It was a silver cat...

Iger's face darkened instantly.

"This really annoys me..." Gritting his teeth fiercely, Iger pointed at the cat, and a red light flashed between his fingers, and the cat was instantly smashed to pieces by Iger's spell.

"No!!" Umbridge looked desperately at the dementor flying towards him. The next second, the dementor took off the hood on his head and gave Umbridge an enthusiastic but deadly kiss...

Fudge watched Umbridge's soul being swallowed by the dementors, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement. The trident in Iger's hand was still on his shoulder.

Fudge is very sure that as long as he moves a little now, the trident on his neck can poke three blood holes for himself.

Maybe six - if it's pierced...

"Come on, tell me now, what do you think, huh?" Iger grinned.

Fudge stared blankly at Umbridge's body that was no longer moving, and said in a dull voice, "You killed her..."

"No, I don't." Iger shook his head: "She's still alive...emmm...no, but it's better to say...not dead yet?"

"You devil..." Fudge took a deep breath.

"You're right." Iger's face was sincere: "Given that you have been working hard for so many years, I can grant you a small wish. What else do you want to say?"

Fudge's lips trembled uncontrollably, his face was pale, and his eyes were straight: "Let my family go... Please."

"Yes." Iger nodded, and the trident in front of him poked into Fudge's neck with a puff.

With a plop, Fudge fell to the ground with a strange expression, as if he was thankful, but also regretful.

The expression is very complicated...

"The minister of the Ministry of Magic wanted to do something wrong to his female subordinate late at night. Out of shame, he ordered a dementor to devour her soul, but was stopped by two Aurors who arrived in time. After a fierce fight, Mr. Minister unfortunately passed away...I... Deepest condolences.”

Iger looked at the two corpses in front of him coldly, and muttered softly: "How about this story? Gentlemen?"

With that said, Iger turned around and looked at the two Aurors outside the door who had just struggled to get up and asked.

The two Aurors looked at each other, and then smiled wryly: "Sir, as long as you are happy..."

Upstairs in the villa, two figures were hiding in a corner tremblingly spying on what was going on in the living room. A young man looked at Iger below with hatred in his eyes, and tightly covered the mouth of the woman beside him to prevent his mother from yelling. Voice.

Egg Morrissey…

I also want to let you feel the pain of losing a loved one!

He didn't dare to go down to stop Iger, the only result of doing that was that his family would be killed by Iger...

The man was sober, and the only thing he could do was to prevent his mother from rushing out.

"In this case... Sir, please leave first, we will leave this place to us." An Auror stepped forward and looked at Iger helplessly.

"No need." Iger waved his hand casually, and there was a bang, and the violent fire swept across the entire villa in an instant, and two screams suddenly sounded upstairs.

The two Aurors rushed into the room immediately, trying to save the people upstairs, but Iger threw them out.

"You just promised him to spare his family!" one Auror yelled.

"Yes, I agreed." Iger's eyes were flat: "So I let their souls go."

"..."